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THE TEMPEST
by William Shakespeare
DRAMATIS PERSONAE
ALONSO, King of Naples
SEBASTIAN, his brother
PROSPERO, the right Duke of MilanANTONIO, his brother, the usurping Duke of
Milan
FERDINAND, son to the King of Naples
GONZALO, an honest old counsellor
Lords
ADRIAN
FRANCISCO
CALIBAN, a savage and deformed slaveTRINCULO, a jester
STEPHANO, a drunken butler
MASTER OF A SHIP
BOATSWAIN
MARINERS
MIRANDA, daughter to Prospero
ARIEL, an airy spirit
Spirits
IRIS
CERES
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JUNO
NYMPHS
REAPERS
Other Spirits attending on Prospero
SCENE:
A ship at sea; afterwards an uninhabited
island
THE TEMPEST
ACT I. SCENE 1
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On a ship at sea; a tempestuous noise of
thunder and lightning
heard
Enter a SHIPMASTER and a BOATSWAIN
MASTER. Boatswain!
BOATSWAIN. Here, master; what cheer?
MASTER. Good! Speak to th' mariners; fall
to't yarely, or
we run ourselves aground; bestir,
bestir. Exit
Enter MARINERS
BOATSWAIN. Heigh, my hearts! cheerly,
cheerly, my hearts!
yare, yare! Take in the topsail. Tend to
th' master's
whistle. Blow till thou burst thy wind,
if room enough.
Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO,
FERDINAND
GONZALO, and OTHERS
ALONSO. Good boatswain, have care. Where's
the master?
Play the men.BOATSWAIN. I pray now, keep below.
ANTONIO. Where is the master, boson?
BOATSWAIN. Do you not hear him? You mar
our labour;
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keep your cabins; you do assist the
storm.
GONZALO. Nay, good, be patient.
BOATSWAIN. When the sea is. Hence! What
cares theseroarers for the name of king? To cabin!
silence! Trouble
us not.
GONZALO. Good, yet remember whom thou hast
aboard.
BOATSWAIN. None that I more love than
myself. You are
counsellor; if you can command theseelements to
silence, and work the peace of the
present, we will not
hand a rope more. Use your authority; if
you cannot, give
thanks you have liv'd so long, and make
yourself ready
in your cabin for the mischance of the
hour, if it sohap.-Cheerly, good hearts!-Out of our
way, I say.
Exit
GONZALO. I have great comfort from this
fellow. Methinks
he hath no drowning mark upon him; his
complexion is
perfect gallows. Stand fast, good Fate,to his hanging;
make the rope of his destiny our cable,
for our own doth
little advantage. If he be not born to
be hang'd, our
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case is miserable.
Exeunt
Re-enter BOATSWAIN
BOATSWAIN. Down with the topmast. Yare,
lower, lower!
Bring her to try wi' th' maincourse. [A
cry within] A
plague upon this howling! They are
louder than the
weather or our office.
Re-enter SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, and
GONZALO
Yet again! What do you here? Shall we
give o'er, and
drown? Have you a mind to sink?
SEBASTIAN. A pox o' your throat, you
bawling, blasphemous,
incharitable dog!BOATSWAIN. Work you, then.
ANTONIO. Hang, cur; hang, you whoreson,
insolent noisemaker;
we are less afraid to be drown'd than
thou art.
GONZALO. I'll warrant him for drowning,
though the ship were
no stronger than a nutshell, and asleaky as an unstanched
wench.
BOATSWAIN. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; set her
two courses; off
to sea again; lay her off.
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Enter MARINERS, Wet
MARINERS. All lost! to prayers, to
prayers! all lost!
Exeunt
BOATSWAIN. What, must our mouths be cold?
GONZALO. The King and Prince at prayers!
Let's assist them,
For our case is as theirs.
SEBASTIAN. I am out of patience.
ANTONIO. We are merely cheated of our
lives by drunkards.This wide-chopp'd rascal-would thou
mightst lie drowning
The washing of ten tides!
GONZALO. He'll be hang'd yet,
Though every drop of water swear against
it,
And gape at wid'st to glut him.
[A confused noise within: Mercy on us!
We split, we split! Farewell, my wifeand children!
Farewell, brother! We split, we split,
we split!]
ANTONIO. Let's all sink wi' th' King.
SEBASTIAN. Let's take leave of him.
Exeunt
ANTONIO and SEBASTIAN
GONZALO. Now would I give a thousandfurlongs of sea for
an acre of barren ground-long heath,
brown furze, any
thing. The wills above be done, but I
would fain die
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dry death.
Exeunt
SCENE 2
The Island. Before PROSPERO'S cell
Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA
MIRANDA. If by your art, my dearestfather, you have
Put the wild waters in this roar, allay
them.
The sky, it seems, would pour down
stinking pitch,
But that the sea, mounting to th'
welkin's cheek,
Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffered
With those that I saw suffer! A bravevessel,
Who had no doubt some noble creature in
her,
Dash'd all to pieces! O, the cry did
knock
Against my very heart! Poor souls, they
perish'd.
Had I been any god of power, I wouldHave sunk the sea within the earth or ere
It should the good ship so have
swallow'd and
The fraughting souls within her.
PROSPERO. Be conected;
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No more amazement; tell your piteous
heart
There's no harm done.
MIRANDA. O, woe the day!
PROSPERO. No harm.I have done nothing but in care of thee,
Of thee, my dear one, thee, my daughter,
who
Art ignorant of what thou art, nought
knowing
Of whence I am, nor that I am more better
Than Prospero, master of a full poor
cell,And thy no greater father.
MIRANDA. More to know
Did never meddle with my thoughts.
PROSPERO. 'Tis time
I should inform thee farther. Lend thy
hand,
And pluck my magic garment from me. So,
[L
ays down his mantle]Lie there my art. Wipe thou thine eyes;
have comfort.
The direful spectacle of the wreck,
which touch'd
The very virtue of compassion in thee,
I have with such provision in mine art
So safely ordered that there is no soul-
No, not so much perdition as an hairBetid to any creature in the vessel
Which thou heard'st cry, which thou
saw'st sink.
Sit down, for thou must now know farther.
MIRANDA. You have often
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Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd,
And left me to a bootless inquisition,
Concluding 'Stay; not yet.'
PROSPERO. The hour's now come;
The very minute bids thee ope thine ear.Obey, and be attentive. Canst thou
remember
A time before we came unto this cell?
I do not think thou canst; for then thou
wast not
Out three years old.
MIRANDA. Certainly, sir, I can.
PROSPERO. By what? By any other house, orperson?
Of any thing the image, tell me, that
Hath kept with thy remembrance?
MIRANDA. 'Tis far off,
And rather like a dream than an assurance
That my remembrance warrants. Had I not
Four, or five, women once, that tended
me?
PROSPERO. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda.But how is it
That this lives in thy mind? What seest
thou else
In the dark backward and abysm of time?
If thou rememb'rest aught, ere thou
cam'st here,
How thou cam'st here thou mayst.
MIRANDA. But that I do not.PROSPERO. Twelve year since, Miranda,
twelve year since,
Thy father was the Duke of Milan, and
A prince of power.
MIRANDA. Sir, are not you my father?
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PROSPERO. Thy mother was a piece of
virtue, and
She said thou wast my daughter; and thy
father
Was Duke of Milan, and his only heirAnd princess no worse issued.
MIRANDA. O, the heavens!
What foul play had we that we came from
thence?
Or blessed was't we did?
PROSPERO. Both, both, my girl.
By foul play, as thou say'st, were we
heav'd thence;But blessedly holp hither.
MIRANDA. O, my heart bleeds
To think o' th' teen that I have turn'd
you to,
Which is from my remembrance. Please
you, farther.
PROSPERO. My brother and thy uncle, call'd
Antonio-
I pray thee, mark me that a brothershould
Be so perfidious. He, whom next thyself
Of all the world I lov'd, and to him put
The manage of my state; as at that time
Through all the signories it was the
first,
And Prospero the prime duke, being so
reputedIn dignity, and for the liberal arts
Without a parallel, those being all my
study-
The government I cast upon my brother
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And to my state grew stranger, being
transported
And rapt in secret studies. Thy false
uncle-
Dost thou attend me?MIRANDA. Sir, most heedfully.
PROSPERO. Being once perfected how to
grant suits,
How to deny them, who t' advance, and who
To trash for over-topping, new created
The creatures that were mine, I say, or
chang'd 'em,
Or else new form'd 'em; having both thekey
Of officer and office, set all hearts i'
th' state
To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now
he was
The ivy which had hid my princely trunk
And suck'd my verdure out on't. Thou
attend'st not.
MIRANDA. O, good sir, I do!PROSPERO. I pray thee, mark me.
I thus neglecting worldly ends, all
dedicated
To closeness and the bettering of my mind
With that which, but by being so retir'd,
O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my
false brother
Awak'd an evil nature; and my trust,Like a good parent, did beget of him
A falsehood, in its contrary as great
As my trust was; which had indeed no
limit,
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A confidence sans bound. He being thus
lorded,
Not only with what my revenue yielded,
But what my power might else exact, like
oneWho having into truth, by telling of it,
Made such a sinner of his memory,
To credit his own lie-he did believe
He was indeed the Duke; out o' th'
substitution,
And executing th' outward face of royalty
With all prerogative. Hence his ambition
growing-Dost thou hear?
MIRANDA. Your tale, sir, would cure
deafness.
PROSPERO. To have no screen between this
part he play'd
And him he play'd it for, he needs will
be
Absolute Milan. Me, poor man-my library
Was dukedom large enough-of temporalroyalties
He thinks me now incapable; confederates,
So dry he was for sway, wi' th' King of
Naples,
To give him annual tribute, do him
homage,
Subject his coronet to his crown, and
bendThe dukedom, yet unbow'd-alas, poor
Milan!-
To most ignoble stooping.
MIRANDA. O the heavens!
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PROSPERO. Mark his condition, and th'
event, then tell me
If this might be a brother.
MIRANDA. I should sin
To think but nobly of my grandmother:Good wombs have borne bad sons.
PROSPERO. Now the condition:
This King of Naples, being an enemy
To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's
suit;
Which was, that he, in lieu o' th'
premises,
Of homage, and I know not how muchtribute,
Should presently extirpate me and mine
Out of the dukedom, and confer fair Milan
With all the honours on my brother.
Whereon,
A treacherous army levied, one midnight
Fated to th' purpose, did Antonio open
The gates of Milan; and, i' th' dead of
darkness,The ministers for th' purpose hurried
thence
Me and thy crying self.
MIRANDA. Alack, for pity!
I, not rememb'ring how I cried out then,
Will cry it o'er again; it is a hint
That wrings mine eyes to't.
PROSPERO. Hear a little further,And then I'll bring thee to the present
busines
Which now's upon 's; without the which
this story
Were most impertinent.
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MIRANDA. Wherefore did they not
That hour destroy us?
PROSPERO. Well demanded, wench!
My tale provokes that question. Dear,
they durst not,So dear the love my people bore me; nor
set
A mark so bloody on the business; but
With colours fairer painted their foul
ends.
In few, they hurried us aboard a bark;
Bore us some leagues to sea, where they
preparedA rotten carcass of a butt, not rigg'd,
Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
Instinctively have quit it. There they
hoist us,
To cry to th' sea, that roar'd to us; to
sigh
To th' winds, whose pity, sighing back
again,
Did us but loving wrong.MIRANDA. Alack, what trouble
Was I then to you!
PROSPERO. O, a cherubin
Thou wast that did preserve me! Thou
didst smile,
Infused with a fortitude from heaven,
When I have deck'd the sea with drops
full salt,Under my burden groan'd; which rais'd in
me
An undergoing stomach, to bear up
Against what should ensue.
MIRANDA. How came we ashore?
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PROSPERO. By Providence divine.
Some food we had and some fresh water
that
A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,
Out of his charity, who being thenappointed
Master of this design, did give us, with
Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and
necessaries,
Which since have steaded much; so, of
his gentleness,
Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me
From mine own library with volumes thatI prize above my dukedom.
MIRANDA. Would I might
But ever see that man!
PROSPERO. Now I arise.
[Puts on his mantle]
Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-
sorrow.
Here in this island we arriv'd; and here
Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee moreprofit
Than other princess' can, that have more
time
For vainer hours, and tutors not so
careful.
MIRANDA. Heavens thank you for't! And now,
I pray you,
sir,For still 'tis beating in my mind, your
reason
For raising this sea-storm?
PROSPERO. Know thus far forth:
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By accident most strange, bountiful
Fortune,
Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies
Brought to this shore; and by my
prescienceI find my zenith doth depend upon
A most auspicious star, whose influence
If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes
Will ever after droop. Here cease more
questions;
Thou art inclin'd to sleep; 'tis a good
dullness,
And give it way. I know thou canst notchoose.
[MIRANDA sleeps]
Come away, servant; come; I am ready now.
Approach, my Ariel. Come.
Enter ARIEL
ARIEL. All hail, great master! grave sir,hail! I come
To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly,
To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride
On the curl'd clouds. To thy strong
bidding task
Ariel and all his quality.
PROSPERO. Hast thou, spirit,
Perform'd to point the tempest that Ibade thee?
ARIEL. To every article.
I boarded the King's ship; now on the
beak,
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Now in the waist, the deck, in every
cabin,
I flam'd amazement. Sometime I'd divide,
And burn in many places; on the topmast,
The yards, and bowsprit, would I flamedistinctly,
Then meet and join Jove's lightning, the
precursors
O' th' dreadful thunder-claps, more
momentary
And sight-outrunning were not; the fire
and cracks
Of sulphurous roaring the most mightyNeptune
Seem to besiege, and make his bold waves
tremble,
Yea, his dread trident shake.
PROSPERO. My brave spirit!
Who was so firm, so constant, that this
coil
Would not infect his reason?
ARIEL. Not a soulBut felt a fever of the mad, and play'd
Some tricks of desperation. All but
mariners
Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit
the vessel,
Then all afire with me; the King's son,
Ferdinand,
With hair up-staring-then like reeds,not hair-
Was the first man that leapt; cried
'Hell is empty,
And all the devils are here.'
PROSPERO. Why, that's my spirit!
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But was not this nigh shore?
ARIEL. Close by, my master.
PROSPERO. But are they, Ariel, safe?
ARIEL. Not a hair perish'd;
On their sustaining garments not ablemish,
But fresher than before; and, as thou
bad'st me,
In troops I have dispers'd them 'bout
the isle.
The King's son have I landed by himself,
Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs
In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting,His arms in this sad knot.
PROSPERO. Of the King's ship,
The mariners, say how thou hast dispos'd,
And all the rest o' th' fleet?
ARIEL. Safely in harbour
Is the King's ship; in the deep nook,
where once
Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch
dewFrom the still-vex'd Bermoothes, there
she's hid;
The mariners all under hatches stowed,
Who, with a charm join'd to their
suff'red labour,
I have left asleep; and for the rest o'
th' fleet,
Which I dispers'd, they all have metagain,
And are upon the Mediterranean flote
Bound sadly home for Naples,
Supposing that they saw the King's ship
wreck'd,
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And his great person perish.
PROSPERO. Ariel, thy charge
Exactly is perform'd; but there's more
work.
What is the time o' th' day?ARIEL. Past the mid season.
PROSPERO. At least two glasses. The time
'twixt six and now
Must by us both be spent most preciously.
ARIEL. Is there more toil? Since thou dost
give me pains,
Let me remember thee what thou hast
promis'd,Which is not yet perform'd me.
PROSPERO. How now, moody?
What is't thou canst demand?
ARIEL. My liberty.
PROSPERO. Before the time be out? No more!
ARIEL. I prithee,
Remember I have done thee worthy service,
Told thee no lies, made thee no
mistakings, serv'dWithout or grudge or grumblings. Thou
didst promise
To bate me a full year.
PROSPERO. Dost thou forget
From what a torment I did free thee?
ARIEL. No.
PROSPERO. Thou dost; and think'st it much
to tread the oozeOf the salt deep,
To run upon the sharp wind of the north,
To do me business in the veins o' th'
earth
When it is bak'd with frost.
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ARIEL. I do not, sir.
PROSPERO. Thou liest, malignant thing.
Hast thou forgot
The foul witch Sycorax, who with age and
envyWas grown into a hoop? Hast thou forgot
her?
ARIEL. No, sir.
PROSPERO. Thou hast. Where was she born?
Speak; tell me.
ARIEL. Sir, in Argier.
PROSPERO. O, was she so? I must
Once in a month recount what thou hastbeen,
Which thou forget'st. This damn'd witch
Sycorax,
For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries
terrible
To enter human hearing, from Argier
Thou know'st was banish'd; for one thing
she did
They would not take her life. Is notthis true?
ARIEL. Ay, sir.
PROSPERO. This blue-ey'd hag was hither
brought with child,
And here was left by th'sailors. Thou,
my slave,
As thou report'st thyself, wast then her
servant;And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate
To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands,
Refusing her grand hests, she did
confine thee,
By help of her more potent ministers,
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And in her most unmitigable rage,
Into a cloven pine; within which rift
Imprison'd thou didst painfully remain
A dozen years; within which space she
died,And left thee there, where thou didst
vent thy groans
As fast as mill-wheels strike. Then was
this island-
Save for the son that she did litter
here,
A freckl'd whelp, hag-born-not honour'd
withA human shape.
ARIEL. Yes, Caliban her son.
PROSPERO. Dull thing, I say so; he, that
Caliban
Whom now I keep in service. Thou best
know'st
What torment I did find thee in; thy
groans
Did make wolves howl, and penetrate thebreasts
Of ever-angry bears; it was a torment
To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax
Could not again undo. It was mine art,
When I arriv'd and heard thee, that made
gape
The pine, and let thee out.
ARIEL. I thank thee, master.PROSPERO. If thou more murmur'st, I will
rend an oak
And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till
Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters.
ARIEL. Pardon, master;
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I will be correspondent to command,
And do my spriting gently.
PROSPERO. Do so; and after two days
I will discharge thee.
ARIEL. That's my noble master!What shall I do? Say what. What shall I
do?
PROSPERO. Go make thyself like a nymph o'
th' sea; be subject
To no sight but thine and mine, invisible
To every eyeball else. Go take this
shape,
And hither come in 't. Go, hence withdiligence!
Exit ARIEL
Awake, dear heart, awake; thou hast
slept well;
Awake.
MIRANDA. The strangeness of your story put
Heaviness in me.
PROSPERO. Shake it off. Come on,We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never
Yields us kind answer.
MIRANDA. 'Tis a villain, sir,
I do not love to look on.
PROSPERO. But as 'tis,
We cannot miss him: he does make our
fire,
Fetch in our wood, and serves in officesThat profit us. What ho! slave! Caliban!
Thou earth, thou! Speak.
CALIBAN. [ Within] There's wood enough
within.
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PROSPERO. Come forth, I say; there's other
business for thee.
Come, thou tortoise! when?
Re-enter ARIEL like a water-nymph
Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,
Hark in thine ear.
ARIEL. My lord, it shall be done.
Exit
PROSPERO. Thou poisonous slave, got by the
devil himselfUpon thy wicked dam, come forth!
Enter CALIBAN
CALIBAN. As wicked dew as e'er my mother
brush'd
With raven's feather from unwholesome fen
Drop on you both! A south-west blow on ye
And blister you all o'er!PROSPERO. For this, be sure, to-night thou
shalt have cramps,
Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath
up; urchins
Shall, for that vast of night that they
may work,
All exercise on thee; thou shalt be
pinch'dAs thick as honeycomb, each pinch more
stinging
Than bees that made 'em.
CALIBAN. I must eat my dinner.
This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother,
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Which thou tak'st from me. When thou
cam'st first,
Thou strok'st me and made much of me,
wouldst give me
Water with berries in't, and teach me howTo name the bigger light, and how the
less,
That burn by day and night; and then I
lov'd thee,
And show'd thee all the qualities o' th'
isle,
The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren
place and fertile.Curs'd be I that did so! All the charms
Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light
on you!
For I am all the subjects that you have,
Which first was mine own king; and here
you sty me
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep
from me
The rest o' th' island.PROSPERO. Thou most lying slave,
Whom stripes may move, not kindness! I
have us'd thee,
Filth as thou art, with human care, and
lodg'd thee
In mine own cell, till thou didst seek
to violate
The honour of my child.CALIBAN. O ho, O ho! Would't had been done.
Thou didst prevent me; I had peopl'd else
This isle with Calibans.
MIRANDA. Abhorred slave,
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Which any print of goodness wilt not
take,
Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,
Took pains to make thee speak, taught
thee each hourOne thing or other. When thou didst not,
savage,
Know thine own meaning, but wouldst
gabble like
A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy
purposes
With words that made them known. But thy
vile race,Though thou didst learn, had that in't
which good natures
Could not abide to be with; therefore
wast thou
Deservedly confin'd into this rock, who
hadst
Deserv'd more than a prison.
CALIBAN. You taught me language, and my
profit on'tIs, I know how to curse. The red plague
rid you
For learning me your language!
PROSPERO. Hag-seed, hence!
Fetch us in fuel. And be quick, thou 'rt
best,
To answer other business. Shrug'st thou,
malice?If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly
What I command, I'll rack thee with old
cramps,
Fill all thy bones with aches, make thee
roar,
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That beasts shall tremble at thy din.
CALIBAN. No, pray thee.
[Aside] I must obey. His art is of such
pow'r,
It would control my dam's god, Setebos,And make a vassal of him.
PROSPERO. So, slave; hence!
Exit CALIBAN
Re-enter ARIEL invisible, playing
ad singing;
FERDINAND following
ARIEL'S SONG.
Come unto these yellow sands,
And then take hands;
Curtsied when you have and
kiss'd,
The wild waves whist,
Foot it featly here and there,
And, sweet sprites, the burden
bear.Hark, hark!
[Burden dispersedly: Bow-wow.]
The watch dogs bark.
[Burden dispersedly: Bow-wow.]
Hark, hark! I hear
The strain of strutting
chanticleer
Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow.FERDINAND. Where should this music be? I'
th' air or th'
earth?
It sounds no more; and sure it waits upon
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Some god o' th' island. Sitting on a
bank,
Weeping again the King my father's wreck,
This music crept by me upon the waters,
Allaying both their fury and my passionWith its sweet air; thence I have
follow'd it,
Or it hath drawn me rather. But 'tis
gone.
No, it begins again.
ARIEL'S SONG
Full fathom five thy father lies;Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes;
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
[Burden: Ding-dong.]
Hark! now I hear them-Ding-dong
bell.
FERDINAND. The ditty does remember my
drown'd father.
This is no mortal business, nor no sound
That the earth owes. I hear it now above
me.
PROSPERO. The fringed curtains of thine
eye advance,And say what thou seest yond.
MIRANDA. What is't? a spirit?
Lord, how it looks about! Believe me,
sir,
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Were I but where 'tis spoken.
PROSPERO. How? the best?
What wert thou, if the King of Naples
heard thee?
FERDINAND. A single thing, as I am now,that wonders
To hear thee speak of Naples. He does
hear me;
And that he does I weep. Myself am
Naples,
Who with mine eyes, never since at ebb,
beheld
The King my father wreck'd.MIRANDA. Alack, for mercy!
FERDINAND. Yes, faith, and all his lords,
the Duke of Milan
And his brave son being twain.
PROSPERO. [Aside] The Duke of Milan
And his more braver daughter could
control thee,
If now 'twere fit to do't. At the first
sightThey have chang'd eyes. Delicate Ariel,
I'll set thee free for this. [To
FERDINAND] A word, good
sir;
I fear you have done yourself some
wrong; a word.
MIRANDA. Why speaks my father so ungently?
ThisIs the third man that e'er I saw; the
first
That e'er I sigh'd for. Pity move my
father
To be inclin'd my way!
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FERDINAND. O, if a virgin,
And your affection not gone forth, I'll
make you
The Queen of Naples.
PROSPERO. Soft, Sir! one word more.[Aside] They are both in either's
pow'rs; but this swift
busines
I must uneasy make, lest too light
winning
Make the prize light. [To FERDINAND]
One word more; I
charge theeThat thou attend me; thou dost here usurp
The name thou ow'st not; and hast put
thyself
Upon this island as a spy, to win it
From me, the lord on't.
FERDINAND. No, as I am a man.
MIRANDA. There's nothing ill can dwell in
such a temple.
If the ill spirit have so fair a house,Good things will strive to dwell with't.
PROSPERO. Follow me.
Speak not you for him; he's a traitor.
Come;
I'll manacle thy neck and feet together.
Sea-water shalt thou drink; thy food
shall be
The fresh-brook mussels, wither'd roots,and husks
Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow.
FERDINAND. No;
I will resist such entertainment till
Mine enemy has more power.
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[He draws, and is
charmed from moving]
MIRANDA. O dear father,
Make not too rash a trial of him, for
He's gentle, and not fearful.PROSPERO. What, I say,
My foot my tutor? Put thy sword up,
traitor;
Who mak'st a show but dar'st not strike,
thy conscience
Is so possess'd with guilt. Come from
thy ward;
For I can here disarm thee with thisstick
And make thy weapon drop.
MIRANDA. Beseech you, father!
PROSPERO. Hence! Hang not on my garments.
MIRANDA. Sir, have pity;
I'll be his surety.
PROSPERO. Silence! One word more
Shall make me chide thee, if not hate
thee. What!An advocate for an impostor! hush!
Thou think'st there is no more such
shapes as he,
Having seen but him and Caliban. Foolish
wench!
To th' most of men this is a Caliban,
And they to him are angels.
MIRANDA. My affectionsAre then most humble; I have no ambition
To see a goodlier man.
PROSPERO. Come on; obey.
Thy nerves are in their infancy again,
And have no vigour in them.
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FERDINAND. So they are;
My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound
up.
My father's loss, the weakness which I
feel,The wreck of all my friends, nor this
man's threats
To whom I am subdu'd, are but light to
me,
Might I but through my prison once a day
Behold this maid. All corners else o'
th' earth
Let liberty make use of; space enoughHave I in such a prison.
PROSPERO. [Aside] It works. [To
FERDINAND] Come on.-
Thou hast done well, fine Ariel! [To
FERDINAND] Follow
me.
[To ARIEL] Hark what thou else shalt do
me.
MIRANDA. Be of comfort;My father's of a better nature, sir,
Than he appears by speech; this is
unwonted
Which now came from him.
PROSPERO. [To ARIEL] Thou shalt be as
free
As mountain winds; but then exactly do
All points of my command.ARIEL. To th' syllable.
PROSPERO. [To FERDINAND] Come, follow.
[To MIRANDA]
Speak not for him.
Exeunt
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ACT II. SCENE 1
Another part of the island
Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO,
ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and
OTHERS
GONZALO. Beseech you, sir, be merry; you
have cause,
So have we all, of joy; for our escape
Is much beyond our loss. Our hint of woe
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Is common; every day, some sailor's wife,
The masters of some merchant, and the
merchant,
Have just our theme of woe; but for the
miracle,I mean our preservation, few in millions
Can speak like us. Then wisely, good
sir, weigh
Our sorrow with our comfort.
ALONSO. Prithee, peace.
SEBASTIAN. He receives comfort like cold
porridge.
ANTONIO. The visitor will not give himo'er so.
SEBASTIAN. Look, he's winding up the watch
of his wit; by
and by it will strike.
GONZALO. Sir-
SEBASTIAN. One-Tell.
GONZALO. When every grief is entertain'd
that's offer'd,
Comes to th' entertainer-SEBASTIAN. A dollar.
GONZALO. Dolour comes to him, indeed; you
have spoken
truer than you purpos'd.
SEBASTIAN. You have taken it wiselier than
I meant you
should.
GONZALO. Therefore, my lord-ANTONIO. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of
his tongue!
ALONSO. I prithee, spare.
GONZALO. Well, I have done; but yet-
SEBASTIAN. He will be talking.
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ANTONIO. Which, of he or Adrian, for a
good wager, first
begins to crow?
SEBASTIAN. The old cock.
ANTONIO. The cock'rel.SEBASTIAN. Done. The wager?
ANTONIO. A laughter.
SEBASTIAN. A match!
ADRIAN. Though this island seem to be
desert-
ANTONIO. Ha, ha, ha!
SEBASTIAN. So, you're paid.
ADRIAN. Uninhabitable, and almostinaccessible-
SEBASTIAN. Yet-
ADRIAN. Yet-
ANTONIO. He could not miss't.
ADRIAN. It must needs be of subtle,
tender, and delicate
temperance.
ANTONIO. Temperance was a delicate wench.
SEBASTIAN. Ay, and a subtle; as he mostlearnedly
deliver'd.
ADRIAN. The air breathes upon us here most
sweetly.
SEBASTIAN. As if it had lungs, and rotten
ones.
ANTONIO. Or, as 'twere perfum'd by a fen.
GONZALO. Here is everything advantageousto life.
ANTONIO. True; save means to live.
SEBASTIAN. Of that there's none, or little.
GONZALO. How lush and lusty the grass
looks! how green!
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ANTONIO. The ground indeed is tawny.
SEBASTIAN. With an eye of green in't.
ANTONIO. He misses not much.
SEBASTIAN. No; he doth but mistake the
truth totally.GONZALO. But the rarity of it is, which is
indeed almost
beyond credit-
SEBASTIAN. As many vouch'd rarities are.
GONZALO. That our garments, being, as they
were, drench'd
in the sea, hold, notwithstanding, their
freshness andglosses, being rather new-dy'd, than
stain'd with salt
water.
ANTONIO. If but one of his pockets could
speak, would it
not say he lies?
SEBASTIAN. Ay, or very falsely pocket up
his report.
GONZALO. Methinks our garments are now asfresh as when
we put them on first in Afric, at the
marriage of the
King's fair daughter Claribel to the
King of Tunis.
SEBASTIAN. 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we
prosper well in
our return.ADRIAN. Tunis was never grac'd before with
such a paragon
to their queen.
GONZALO. Not since widow Dido's time.
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ANTONIO. Widow! a pox o' that! How came
that 'widow'
in? Widow Dido!
SEBASTIAN. What if he had said 'widower
Aeneas' too?Good Lord, how you take it!
ADRIAN. 'Widow Dido' said you? You make me
study of
that. She was of Carthage, not of Tunis.
GONZALO. This Tunis, sir, was Carthage.
ADRIAN. Carthage?
GONZALO. I assure you, Carthage.
ANTONIO. His word is more than themiraculous harp.
SEBASTIAN. He hath rais'd the wall, and
houses too.
ANTONIO. What impossible matter will he
make easy next?
SEBASTIAN. I think he will carry this
island home in his
pocket, and give it his son for an apple.
ANTONIO. And, sowing the kernels of it inthe sea, bring
forth more islands.
GONZALO. Ay.
ANTONIO. Why, in good time.
GONZALO. Sir, we were talking that our
garments seem now
as fresh as when we were at Tunis at the
marriage ofyour daughter, who is now Queen.
ANTONIO. And the rarest that e'er came
there.
SEBASTIAN. Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido.
ANTONIO. O, widow Dido! Ay, widow Dido.
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GONZALO. Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh
as the first day I
wore it? I mean, in a sort.
ANTONIO. That 'sort' was well fish'd for.
GONZALO. When I wore it at your daughter'smarriage?
ALONSO. You cram these words into mine
ears against
The stomach of my sense. Would I had
never
Married my daughter there; for, coming
thence,
My son is lost; and, in my rate, she too,Who is so far from Italy removed
I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine
heir
Of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish
Hath made his meal on thee?
FRANCISCO. Sir, he may live;
I saw him beat the surges under him,
And ride upon their backs; he trod the
water,Whose enmity he flung aside, and
breasted
The surge most swoln that met him; his
bold head
'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and
oared
Himself with his good arms in lusty
strokeTo th' shore, that o'er his wave-worn
basis bowed,
As stooping to relieve him. I not doubt
He came alive to land.
ALONSO. No, no, he's gone.
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SEBASTIAN. Sir, you may thank yourself for
this great loss,
That would not bless our Europe with
your daughter,
But rather lose her to an African;Where she, at least, is banish'd from
your eye,
Who hath cause to wet the grief on't.
ALONSO. Prithee, peace.
SEBASTIAN. You were kneel'd to, and
importun'd otherwise
By all of us; and the fair soul herself
Weigh'd between loathness and obedienceat
Which end o' th' beam should bow. We
have lost your son,
I fear, for ever. Milan and Naples have
Moe widows in them of this business'
making,
Than we bring men to comfort them;
The fault's your own.
ALONSO. So is the dear'st o' th' loss.GONZALO. My lord Sebastian,
The truth you speak doth lack some
gentleness,
And time to speak it in; you rub the
sore,
When you should bring the plaster.
SEBASTIAN. Very well.
ANTONIO. And most chirurgeonly.GONZALO. It is foul weather in us all,
good sir,
When you are cloudy.
SEBASTIAN. Foul weather?
ANTONIO. Very foul.
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GONZALO. Had I plantation of this isle, my
lord-
ANTONIO. He'd sow 't with nettle-seed.
SEBASTIAN. Or docks, or mallows.
GONZALO. And were the king on't, whatwould I do?
SEBASTIAN. Scape being drunk for want of
wine.
GONZALO. I' th' commonwealth I would by
contraries
Execute all things; for no kind of
traffic
Would I admit; no name of magistrate;Letters should not be known; riches,
poverty,
And use of service, none; contract,
succession,
Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard,
none;
No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil;
No occupation; all men idle, all;
And women too, but innocent and pure;No sovereignty-
SEBASTIAN. Yet he would be king on't.
ANTONIO. The latter end of his
commonwealth forgets the
beginning.
GONZALO. All things in common nature
should produce
Without sweat or endeavour. Treason,felony,
Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any
engine,
Would I not have; but nature should
bring forth,
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Of it own kind, all foison, all
abundance,
To feed my innocent people.
SEBASTIAN. No marrying 'mong his subjects?
ANTONIO. None, man; all idle; whores andknaves.
GONZALO. I would with such perfection
govern, sir,
T' excel the golden age.
SEBASTIAN. Save his Majesty!
ANTONIO. Long live Gonzalo!
GONZALO. And-do you mark me, sir?
ALONSO. Prithee, no more; thou dost talknothing to me.
GONZALO. I do well believe your Highness;
and did it to
minister occasion to these gentlemen,
who are of such
sensible and nimble lungs that they
always use to laugh
at nothing.
ANTONIO. 'Twas you we laugh'd at.GONZALO. Who in this kind of merry fooling
am nothing to
you; so you may continue, and laugh at
nothing still.
ANTONIO. What a blow was there given!
SEBASTIAN. An it had not fall'n flat-long.
GONZALO. You are gentlemen of brave
mettle; you wouldlift the moon out of her sphere, if she
would continue
in it five weeks without changing.
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Enter ARIEL, invisible, playing
solemn music
SEBASTIAN. We would so, and then go a-bat-
fowling.ANTONIO. Nay, good my lord, be not angry.
GONZALO. No, I warrant you; I will not
adventure my
discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me
asleep, for I am
very heavy?
ANTONIO. Go sleep, and hear us.
[All sleep but ALONSO,SEBASTIAN and ANTONIO]
ALONSO. What, all so soon asleep! I wish
mine eyes
Would, with themselves, shut up my
thoughts; I find
They are inclin'd to do so.
SEBASTIAN. Please you, sir,
Do not omit the heavy offer of it:
It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth,It is a comforter.
ANTONIO. We two, my lord,
Will guard your person while you take
your rest,
And watch your safety.
ALONSO. Thank you-wondrous heavy!
[ALONSO
sleeps. Exit ARIEL]SEBASTIAN. What a strange drowsiness
possesses them!
ANTONIO. It is the quality o' th' climate.
SEBASTIAN. Why
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Doth it not then our eyelids sink? I
find not
Myself dispos'd to sleep.
ANTONIO. Nor I; my spirits are nimble.
They fell together all, as by consent;They dropp'd, as by a thunder-stroke.
What might,
Worthy Sebastian? O, what might! No more!
And yet methinks I see it in thy face,
What thou shouldst be; th' occasion
speaks thee; and
My strong imagination sees a crown
Dropping upon thy head.SEBASTIAN. What, art thou waking?
ANTONIO. Do you not hear me speak?
SEBASTIAN. I do; and surely
It is a sleepy language, and thou
speak'st
Out of thy sleep. What is it thou didst
say?
This is a strange repose, to be asleep
With eyes wide open; standing, speaking,moving,
And yet so fast asleep.
ANTONIO. Noble Sebastian,
Thou let'st thy fortune sleep-die
rather; wink'st
Whiles thou art waking.
SEBASTIAN. Thou dost snore distinctly;
There's meaning in thy snores.ANTONIO. I am more serious than my custom;
you
Must be so too, if heed me; which to do
Trebles thee o'er.
SEBASTIAN. Well, I am standing water.
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ANTONIO. I'll teach you how to flow.
SEBASTIAN. Do so: to ebb,
Hereditary sloth instructs me.
ANTONIO. O,
If you but knew how you the purposecherish,
Whiles thus you mock it! how, in
stripping it,
You more invest it! Ebbing men indeed,
Most often, do so near the bottom run
By their own fear or sloth.
SEBASTIAN. Prithee say on.
The setting of thine eye and cheekproclaim
A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed,
Which throes thee much to yield.
ANTONIO. Thus, sir:
Although this lord of weak remembrance,
this
Who shall be of as little memory
When he is earth'd, hath here almost
persuaded-For he's a spirit of persuasion, only
Professes to persuade-the King his son's
alive,
'Tis as impossible that he's undrown'd
As he that sleeps here swims.
SEBASTIAN. I have no hope
That he's undrown'd.
ANTONIO. O, out of that 'no hope'What great hope have you! No hope that
way is
Another way so high a hope, that even
Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond,
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But doubt discovery there. Will you
grant with me
That Ferdinand is drown'd?
SEBASTIAN. He's gone.
ANTONIO. Then tell me,Who's the next heir of Naples?
SEBASTIAN. Claribel.
ANTONIO. She that is Queen of Tunis; she
that dwells
Ten leagues beyond man's life; she that
from Naples
Can have no note, unless the sun were
post,The Man i' th' Moon's too slow, till
newborn chins
Be rough and razorable; she that from
whom
We all were sea-swallow'd, though some
cast again,
And by that destiny, to perform an act
Whereof what's past is prologue, what to
comeIn yours and my discharge.
SEBASTIAN. What stuff is this! How say you?
'Tis true, my brother's daughter's Queen
of Tunis;
So is she heir of Naples; 'twixt which
regions
There is some space.
ANTONIO. A space whose ev'ry cubitSeems to cry out 'How shall that Claribel
Measure us back to Naples? Keep in Tunis,
And let Sebastian wake.' Say this were
death
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That now hath seiz'd them; why, they
were no worse
Than now they are. There be that can
rule Naples
As well as he that sleeps; lords thatcan prate
As amply and unnecessarily
As this Gonzalo; I myself could make
A chough of as deep chat. O, that you
bore
The mind that I do! What a sleep were
this
For your advancement! Do you understandme?
SEBASTIAN. Methinks I do.
ANTONIO. And how does your content
Tender your own good fortune?
SEBASTIAN. I remember
You did supplant your brother Prospero.
ANTONIO. True.
And look how well my garments sit upon
me,Much feater than before. My brother's
servants
Were then my fellows; now they are my
men.
SEBASTIAN. But, for your conscience-
ANTONIO. Ay, sir; where lies that? If
'twere a kibe,
'Twould put me to my slipper; but I feelnot
This deity in my bosom; twenty
consciences
That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candied
be they
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And melt, ere they molest! Here lies
your brother,
No better than the earth he lies upon,
If he were that which now he's like-
that's dead;Whom I with this obedient steel, three
inches of it,
Can lay to bed for ever; whiles you,
doing thus,
To the perpetual wink for aye might put
This ancient morsel, this Sir Prudence,
who
Should not upbraid our course. For allthe rest,
They'll take suggestion as a cat laps
milk;
They'll tell the clock to any business
that
We say befits the hour.
SEBASTIAN. Thy case, dear friend,
Shall be my precedent; as thou got'st
Milan,I'll come by Naples. Draw thy sword. One
stroke
Shall free thee from the tribute which
thou payest;
And I the King shall love thee.
ANTONIO. Draw together;
And when I rear my hand, do you the like,
To fall it on Gonzalo.SEBASTIAN. O, but one word.
[They talk apart]
Re-enter ARIEL, invisible, with
music and song
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ARIEL. My master through his art foresees
the danger
That you, his friend, are in; and sends
me forth-For else his project dies-to keep them
living.
[Sin
gs in GONZALO'S ear]
While you here do snoring lie,
Open-ey'd conspiracy
His time doth take.
If of life you keep a care,Shake off slumber, and beware.
Awake, awake!
ANTONIO. Then let us both be sudden.
GONZALO. Now, good angels
Preserve the King!
[They wake]
ALONSO. Why, how now?-Ho, awake!-Why are
you drawn?Wherefore this ghastly looking?
GONZALO. What's the matter?
SEBASTIAN. Whiles we stood here securing
your repose,
Even now, we heard a hollow burst of
bellowing
Like bulls, or rather lions; did't not
wake you?It struck mine ear most terribly.
ALONSO. I heard nothing.
ANTONIO. O, 'twas a din to fright a
monster's ear,
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To make an earthquake! Sure it was the
roar
Of a whole herd of lions.
ALONSO. Heard you this, Gonzalo?
GONZALO. Upon mine honour, sir, I heard ahumming,
And that a strange one too, which did
awake me;
I shak'd you, sir, and cried; as mine
eyes open'd,
I saw their weapons drawn-there was a
noise,
That's verily. 'Tis best we stand uponour guard,
Or that we quit this place. Let's draw
our weapons.
ALONSO. Lead off this ground; and let's
make further
search
For my poor son.
GONZALO. Heavens keep him from these
beasts!For he is, sure, i' th' island.
ALONSO. Lead away.
ARIEL. Prospero my lord shall know what I
have done;
So, King, go safely on to seek thy son.
Exeunt
SCENE 2
Another part of the island
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Enter CALIBAN, with a burden of wood. A
noise of thunder heard
CALIBAN. All the infections that the sunsucks up
From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall,
and make him
By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear
me,
And yet I needs must curse. But they'll
nor pinch,
Fright me with urchin-shows, pitch me i'th' mire,
Nor lead me, like a firebrand, in the
dark
Out of my way, unless he bid 'em; but
For every trifle are they set upon me;
Sometime like apes that mow and chatter
at me,
And after bite me; then like hedgehogs
whichLie tumbling in my barefoot way, and
mount
Their pricks at my footfall; sometime am
I
All wound with adders, who with cloven
tongues
Do hiss me into madness.
Enter TRINCULO
Lo, now, lo!
Here comes a spirit of his, and to
torment me
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For bringing wood in slowly. I'll fall
flat;
Perchance he will not mind me.
TRINCULO. Here's neither bush nor shrub to
bear off anyweather at all, and another storm
brewing; I hear it
sing i' th' wind. Yond same black cloud,
yond huge one,
looks like a foul bombard that would
shed his liquor. If
it should thunder as it did before, I
know not where tohide my head. Yond same cloud cannot
choose but fall by
pailfuls. What have we here? a man or a
fish? dead or
alive? A fish: he smells like a fish; a
very ancient and
fish-like smell; kind of not-of-the-
newest Poor-John. A
strange fish! Were I in England now, asonce I was, and
had but this fish painted, not a holiday
fool there but
would give a piece of silver. There
would this monster
make a man; any strange beast there
makes a man; when
they will not give a doit to relieve alame beggar, they
will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.
Legg'd like a
man, and his fins like arms! Warm, o' my
troth! I do now
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let loose my opinion; hold it no longer:
this is no
fish, but an islander, that hath lately
suffered by
thunderbolt. [Thunder] Alas, the stormis come again! My
best way is to creep under his
gaberdine; there is no
other shelter hereabout. Misery
acquaints a man with
strange bed-fellows. I will here shroud
till the dregs
of the storm be past.
Enter STEPHANO singing; a bottle
in his hand
STEPHANO. I shall no more to sea, to sea,
Here shall I die ashore-
This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a
man's funeral;
well, here's my comfort.[Drinks]
The master, the swabber, the boatswain,
and I,
The gunner, and his mate,
Lov'd Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery,
But none of us car'd for Kate;
For she had a tongue with a tang,Would cry to a sailor 'Go hang!'
She lov'd not the savour of tar nor of
pitch,
Yet a tailor might scratch her where'er
she did itch.
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Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang!
This is a scurvy tune too; but here's my
comfort.
[Drinks]
CALIBAN. Do not torment me. O!
STEPHANO. What's the matter? Have we
devils here? Do you
put tricks upon 's with savages and men
of Ind? Ha! I
have not scap'd drowning to be afeard
now of your fourlegs; for it hath been said: As proper a
man as ever
went on four legs cannot make him give
ground; and it
shall be said so again, while Stephano
breathes at
nostrils.
CALIBAN. The spirit torments me. O!
STEPHANO. This is some monster of the islewith four legs,
who hath got, as I take it, an ague.
Where the devil
should he learn our language? I will
give him some
relief, if it be but for that. If I can
recover him, and
keep him tame, and get to Naples withhim, he's a
present for any emperor that ever trod
on neat's
leather.
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CALIBAN. Do not torment me, prithee; I'll
bring my wood
home faster.
STEPHANO. He's in his fit now, and does
not talk after thewisest. He shall taste of my bottle; if
he have never
drunk wine afore, it will go near to
remove his fit. If
I can recover him, and keep him tame, I
will not take
too much for him; he shall pay for him
that hath him,and that soundly.
CALIBAN. Thou dost me yet but little hurt;
thou wilt anon,
I know it by thy trembling; now Prosper
works upon thee.
STEPHANO. Come on your ways; open your
mouth; here is
that which will give language to you,
cat. Open yourmouth; this will shake your shaking, I
can tell you, and
that soundly; you cannot tell who's your
friend. Open
your chaps again.
TRINCULO. I should know that voice; it
should be-but he is
drown'd; and these are devils. O, defendme!
STEPHANO. Four legs and two voices; a most
delicate monster!
His forward voice, now, is to speak well
of his
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friend; his backward voice is to utter
foul speeches and
to detract. If all the wine in my bottle
will recover
him, I will help his ague. Come-Amen! Iwill pour some
in thy other mouth.
TRINCULO. Stephano!
STEPHANO. Doth thy other mouth call me?
Mercy, mercy!
This is a devil, and no monster; I will
leave him; I
have no long spoon.TRINCULO. Stephano! If thou beest
Stephano, touch me, and
speak to me; for I am Trinculo-be not
afeard-thy good
friend Trinculo.
STEPHANO. If thou beest Trinculo, come
forth; I'll pull
the by the lesser legs; if any be
Trinculo's legs, theseare they. Thou art very Trinculo indeed!
How cam'st thou
to be the siege of this moon-calf? Can
he vent
Trinculos?
TRINCULO. I took him to be kill'd with a
thunderstroke.
But art thou not drown'd, Stephano? Ihope now thou are
not drown'd. Is the storm overblown? I
hid me under the
dead moon-calf's gaberdine for fear of
the storm. And
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art thou living, Stephano? O Stephano,
two Neapolitans
scap'd!
STEPHANO. Prithee, do not turn me about;
my stomach is notconstant.
CALIBAN. [Aside] These be fine things,
an if they be not
sprites.
That's a brave god, and bears celestial
liquor.
I will kneel to him.
STEPHANO. How didst thou scape? How cam'stthou hither?
Swear by this bottle how thou cam'st
hither-I escap'd
upon a butt of sack, which the sailors
heaved o'erboard-
by this bottle, which I made of the bark
of a tree, with
mine own hands, since I was cast ashore.
CALIBAN. I'll swear upon that bottle to bethy true
subject, for the liquor is not earthly.
STEPHANO. Here; swear then how thou
escap'dst.
TRINCULO. Swum ashore, man, like a duck; I
can swim like
a duck, I'll be sworn.
STEPHANO. [Passing the bottle] Here,kiss the book. Though
thou canst swim like a duck, thou art
made like a
goose.
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TRINCULO. O Stephano, hast any more of
this?
STEPHANO. The whole butt, man; my cellar
is in a rock by
th' seaside, where my wine is hid. Hownow, moon-calf!
How does thine ague?
CALIBAN. Hast thou not dropp'd from heaven?
STEPHANO. Out o' th' moon, I do assure
thee; I was the Man
i' th' Moon, when time was.
CALIBAN. I have seen thee in her, and I do
adore thee. Mymistress show'd me thee, and thy dog and
thy bush.
STEPHANO. Come, swear to that; kiss the
book. I will
furnish it anon with new contents. Swear.
[CALIBAN drinks]
TRINCULO. By this good light, this is a
very shallowmonster!
I afeard of him! A very weak monster!
The Man i' th'
Moon! A most poor credulous monster!
Well drawn,
monster, in good sooth!
CALIBAN. I'll show thee every fertile inch
o' th' island;and will kiss thy foot. I prithee be my
god.
TRINCULO. By this light, a most perfidious
and drunken
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monster! When's god's asleep he'll rob
his bottle.
CALIBAN. I'll kiss thy foot; I'll swear
myself thy
subject.STEPHANO. Come on, then; down, and swear.
TRINCULO. I shall laugh myself to death at
this puppy-
headed monster. A most scurvy monster! I
could find in
my heart to beat him-
STEPHANO. Come, kiss.
TRINCULO. But that the poor monster's indrink. An
abominable monster!
CALIBAN. I'll show thee the best springs;
I'll pluck thee
berries;
I'll fish for thee, and get thee wood
enough.
A plague upon the tyrant that I serve!
I'll bear him no more sticks, but followthee,
Thou wondrous man.
TRINCULO. A most ridiculous monster, to
make a wonder of
a poor drunkard!
CALIBAN. I prithee let me bring thee where
crabs grow;
And I with my long nails will dig theepig-nuts;
Show thee a jay's nest, and instruct
thee how
To snare the nimble marmoset; I'll bring
thee
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To clust'ring filberts, and sometimes
I'll get thee
Young scamels from the rock. Wilt thou
go with me?
STEPHANO. I prithee now, lead the waywithout any more
talking. Trinculo, the King and all our
company else
being drown'd, we will inherit here.
Here, bear my bottle.
Fellow Trinculo, we'll fill him by and
by again.
CALIBAN. [Sings drunkenly] Farewell,master; farewell,
farewell!
TRINCULO. A howling monster; a drunken
monster!
CALIBAN. No more dams I'll make for fish;
Nor fetch in firing
At requiring,
Nor scrape trenchering, nor wash dish.
'Ban 'Ban, Ca-Caliban,Has a new master-Get a new man.
Freedom, high-day! high-day, freedom!
freedom, high-
day, freedom!
STEPHANO. O brave monster! Lead the way.
Exeunt
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ACT III. SCENE 1
Before PROSPERO'S cell
Enter FERDINAND, hearing a log
FERDINAND. There be some sports are
painful, and their
labour
Delight in them sets off; some kinds of
baseness
Are nobly undergone, and most poor
mattersPoint to rich ends. This my mean task
Would be as heavy to me as odious, but
The mistress which I serve quickens
what's dead,
And makes my labours pleasures. O, she is
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Ten times more gentle than her father's
crabbed;
And he's compos'd of harshness. I must
remove
Some thousands of these logs, and pilethem up,
Upon a sore injunction; my sweet mistress
Weeps when she sees me work, and says
such baseness
Had never like executor. I forget;
But these sweet thoughts do even refresh
my labours,
Most busy, least when I do it.
Enter MIRANDA; and PROSPERO at a
distance, unseen
MIRANDA. Alas, now; pray you,
Work not so hard; I would the lightning
had
Burnt up those logs that you are
enjoin'd to pile.Pray, set it down and rest you; when
this burns,
'Twill weep for having wearied you. My
father
Is hard at study; pray, now, rest
yourself;
He's safe for these three hours.
FERDINAND. O most dear mistress,The sun will set before I shall discharge
What I must strive to do.
MIRANDA. If you'll sit down,
I'll bear your logs the while; pray give
me that;
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I'll carry it to the pile.
FERDINAND. No, precious creature;
I had rather crack my sinews, break my
back,
Than you should such dishonour undergo,While I sit lazy by.
MIRANDA. It would become me
As well as it does you; and I should do
it
With much more ease; for my good will is
to it,
And yours it is against.
PROSPERO. [Aside] Poor worm, thou artinfected!
This visitation shows it.
MIRANDA. You look wearily.
FERDINAND. No, noble mistress; 'tis fresh
morning with me
When you are by at night. I do beseech
you,
Chiefly that I might set it in my
prayers,What is your name?
MIRANDA. Miranda-O my father,
I have broke your hest to say so!
FERDINAND. Admir'd Miranda!
What's dearest to the world! Full many a
lady
I have ey'd with best regard; and many a
timeTh' harmony of their tongues hath into
bondage
Brought my too diligent ear; for several
virtues
Have I lik'd several women, never any
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With so full soul, but some defect in her
Did quarrel with the noblest grace she
ow'd,
And put it to the foil; but you, O you,
So perfect and so peerless, are createdOf every creature's best!
MIRANDA. I do not know
One of my sex; no woman's face remember,
Save, from my glass, mine own; nor have
I seen
More that I may call men than you, good
friend,
And my dear father. How features areabroad,
I am skilless of; but, by my modesty,
The jewel in my dower, I would not wish
Any companion in the world but you;
Nor can imagination form a shape,
Besides yourself, to like of. But I
prattle
Something too wildly, and my father's
preceptsI therein do forget.
FERDINAND. I am, in my condition,
A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king-
I would not so!-and would no more endure
This wooden slavery than to suffer
The flesh-fly blow my mouth. Hear my
soul speak:
The very instant that I saw you, didMy heart fly to your service; there
resides
To make me slave to it; and for your sake
Am I this patient log-man.
MIRANDA. Do you love me?
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FERDINAND. O heaven, O earth, bear witness
to this sound,
And crown what I profess with kind event,
If I speak true! If hollowly, invert
What best is boded me to mischief! I,Beyond all limit of what else i' th'
world,
Do love, prize, honour you.
MIRANDA. I am a fool
To weep at what I am glad of.
PROSPERO. [Aside] Fair encounter
Of two most rare affections! Heavens
rain graceOn that which breeds between 'em!
FERDINAND. Wherefore weep you?
MIRANDA. At mine unworthiness, that dare
not offer
What I desire to give, and much less take
What I shall die to want. But this is
trifling;
And all the more it seeks to hide itself,
The bigger bulk it shows. Hence, bashfulcunning!
And prompt me, plain and holy innocence!
I am your wife, if you will marry me;
If not, I'll die your maid. To be your
fellow
You may deny me; but I'll be your
servant,
Whether you will or no.FERDINAND. My mistress, dearest;
And I thus humble ever.
MIRANDA. My husband, then?
FERDINAND. Ay, with a heart as willing
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As bondage e'er of freedom. Here's my
hand.
MIRANDA. And mine, with my heart in't. And
now farewell
Till half an hour hence.FERDINAND. A thousand thousand!
Exeunt FERDINAND
and MIRANDA severally
PROSPERO. So glad of this as they I cannot
be,
Who are surpris'd withal; but my
rejoicing
At nothing can be more. I'll to my book;For yet ere supper time must I perform
Much business appertaining.
Exit
SCENE 2
Another part of the island
Enter CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO
STEPHANO. Tell not me-when the butt is out
we will drink
water, not a drop before; therefore bear
up, and board'em. Servant-monster, drink to me.
TRINCULO. Servant-monster! The folly of
this island! They
say there's but five upon this isle: we
are three of
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them; if th' other two be brain'd like
us, the state
totters.
STEPHANO. Drink, servant-monster, when I
bid thee; thyeyes are almost set in thy head.
TRINCULO. Where should they be set else?
He were a brave
monster indeed, if they were set in his
tail.
STEPHANO. My man-monster hath drown'd his
tongue in
sack. For my part, the sea cannot drownme; I swam, ere
I could recover the shore, five and
thirty leagues, off
and on. By this light, thou shalt be my
lieutenant,
monster, or my standard.
TRINCULO. Your lieutenant, if you list;
he's no standard.
STEPHANO. We'll not run, Monsieur Monster.TRINCULO. Nor go neither; but you'll lie
like dogs, and
yet say nothing neither.
STEPHANO. Moon-calf, speak once in thy
life, if thou beest
a good moon-calf.
CALIBAN. How does thy honour? Let me lick
thy shoe.I'll not serve him; he is not valiant.
TRINCULO. Thou liest, most ignorant
monster: I am in case
to justle a constable. Why, thou
debosh'd fish, thou,
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was there ever man a coward that hath
drunk so much sack
as I to-day? Wilt thou tell a monstrous
lie, being but
half fish and half a monster?CALIBAN. Lo, how he mocks me! Wilt thou
let him, my
lord?
TRINCULO. 'Lord' quoth he! That a monster
should be such
a natural!
CALIBAN. Lo, lo again! Bite him to death,
I prithee.STEPHANO. Trinculo, keep a good tongue in
your head; if
you prove a mutineer-the next tree! The
poor monster's
my subject, and he shall not suffer
indignity.
CALIBAN. I thank my noble lord. Wilt thou
be pleas'd to
hearken once again to the suit I made tothee?
STEPHANO. Marry will I; kneel and repeat
it; I will stand,
and so shall Trinculo.
Enter ARIEL, invisible
CALIBAN. As I told thee before, I amsubject to a tyrant,
sorcerer, that by his cunning hath
cheated me of the
island.
ARIEL. Thou liest.
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CALIBAN. Thou liest, thou jesting monkey,
thou;
I would my valiant master would destroy
thee.
I do not lie.STEPHANO. Trinculo, if you trouble him any
more in's tale,
by this hand, I will supplant some of
your teeth.
TRINCULO. Why, I said nothing.
STEPHANO. Mum, then, and no more. Proceed.
CALIBAN. I say, by sorcery he got this
isle;From me he got it. If thy greatness will
Revenge it on him-for I know thou dar'st,
But this thing dare not-
STEPHANO. That's most certain.
CALIBAN. Thou shalt be lord of it, and
I'll serve thee.
STEPHANO. How now shall this be compass'd?
Canst thou
bring me to the party?CALIBAN. Yea, yea, my lord; I'll yield him
thee asleep,
Where thou mayst knock a nail into his
head.
ARIEL. Thou liest; thou canst not.
CALIBAN. What a pied ninny's this! Thou
scurvy patch!
I do beseech thy greatness, give himblows,
And take his bottle from him. When
that's gone
He shall drink nought but brine; for
I'll not show him
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Where the quick freshes are.
STEPHANO. Trinculo, run into no further
danger; interrupt
the monster one word further and, by
this hand, I'll turnmy mercy out o' doors, and make a stock-
fish of thee.
TRINCULO. Why, what did I? I did nothing.
I'll go farther
off.
STEPHANO. Didst thou not say he lied?
ARIEL. Thou liest.
STEPHANO. Do I so? Take thou that. [Beatshim] As you like
this, give me the lie another time.
TRINCULO. I did not give the lie. Out o'
your wits and
hearing too? A pox o' your bottle! This
can sack and
drinking do. A murrain on your monster,
and the devil
take your fingers!CALIBAN. Ha, ha, ha!
STEPHANO. Now, forward with your tale.-
Prithee stand
further off.
CALIBAN. Beat him enough; after a little
time, I'll beat
him too.
STEPHANO. Stand farther. Come, proceed.CALIBAN. Why, as I told thee, 'tis a
custom with him
I' th' afternoon to sleep; there thou
mayst brain him,
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Having first seiz'd his books; or with a
log
Batter his skull, or paunch him with a
stake,
Or cut his wezand with thy knife.Remember
First to possess his books; for without
them
He's but a sot, as I am, nor hath not
One spirit to command; they all do hate
him
As rootedly as I. Burn but his books.
He has brave utensils-for so he callsthem-
Which, when he has a house, he'll deck
withal.
And that most deeply to consider is
The beauty of his daughter; he himself
Calls her a nonpareil. I never saw a
woman
But only Sycorax my dam and she;
But she as far surpasseth SycoraxAs great'st does least.
STEPHANO. Is it so brave a lass?
CALIBAN. Ay, lord; she will become thy
bed, I warrant,
And bring thee forth brave brood.
STEPHANO. Monster, I will kill this man;
his daughter and I
will be King and Queen-save our Graces!-and Trinculo
and thyself shall be viceroys. Dost thou
like the plot,
Trinculo?
TRINCULO. Excellent.
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STEPHANO. Give me thy hand; I am sorry I
beat thee; but
while thou liv'st, keep a good tongue in
thy head.
CALIBAN. Within this half hour will he beasleep.
Wilt thou destroy him then?
STEPHANO. Ay, on mine honour.
ARIEL. This will I tell my master.
CALIBAN. Thou mak'st me merry; I am full
of pleasure.
Let us be jocund; will you troll the
catchYou taught me but while-ere?
STEPHANO. At thy request, monster, I will
do reason, any
reason. Come on, Trinculo, let us sing.
[Sings]
Flout 'em and scout 'em,
And scout 'em and flout 'em;
Thought is free.
CALIBAN. That's not the tune.
[ARIEL plays the tune
on a tabor and pipe]
STEPHANO. What is this same?
TRINCULO. This is the tune of our catch,
play'd by the
picture of Nobody.STEPHANO. If thou beest a man, show
thyself in thy
likeness; if thou beest a devil, take't
as thou list.
TRINCULO. O, forgive me my sins!
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STEPHANO. He that dies pays all debts. I
defy thee. Mercy
upon us!
CALIBAN. Art thou afeard?
STEPHANO. No, monster, not I.CALIBAN. Be not afeard. The isle is full
of noises,
Sounds, and sweet airs, that give
delight, and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling
instruments
Will hum about mine ears; and sometimes
voices,That, if I then had wak'd after long
sleep,
Will make me sleep again; and then, in
dreaming,
The clouds methought would open and show
riches
Ready to drop upon me, that, when I
wak'd,
I cried to dream again.STEPHANO. This will prove a brave kingdom
to me, where I
shall have my music for nothing.
CALIBAN. When Prospero is destroy'd.
STEPHANO. That shall be by and by; I
remember the story.
TRINCULO. The sound is going away; let's
follow it, andafter do our work.
STEPHANO. Lead, monster; we'll follow. I
would I could see
this taborer; he lays it on.
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TRINCULO. Wilt come? I'll follow,
Stephano. Exeunt
SCENE 3
Another part of the island
Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO,
ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and
OTHERS
GONZALO. By'r lakin, I can go no further,
sir;
My old bones ache. Here's a maze trod,
indeed,
Through forth-rights and meanders! By
your patience,
I needs must rest me.
ALONSO. Old lord, I cannot blame thee,Who am myself attach'd with weariness
To th' dulling of my spirits; sit down
and rest.
Even here I will put off my hope, and
keep it
No longer for my flatterer; he is drown'd
Whom thus we stray to find, and the sea
mocksOur frustrate search on land. Well, let
him go.
ANTONIO. [Aside to SEBASTIAN] I am right
glad that he's
so out of hope.
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Do not, for one repulse, forgo the
purpose
That you resolv'd t' effect.
SEBASTIAN. [Aside to ANTONIO] The next
advantageWill we take throughly.
ANTONIO. [Aside to SEBASTIAN] Let it be
to-night;
For, now they are oppress'd with travel,
they
Will not, nor cannot, use such vigilance
As when they are fresh.
SEBASTIAN. [Aside to ANTONIO] I say, to-night; no more.
Solemn and strange music; and
PROSPERO on the
top, invisible. Enter several
strange SHAPES,
bringing in a banquet; and dance
about it with
gentle actions of salutations;and inviting the
KING, etc., to eat, they depart
ALONSO. What harmony is this? My good
friends, hark!
GONZALO. Marvellous sweet music!
ALONSO. Give us kind keepers, heavens!
What were these?SEBASTIAN. A living drollery. Now I will
believe
That there are unicorns; that in Arabia
There is one tree, the phoenix' throne,
one phoenix
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At this hour reigning-there.
ANTONIO. I'll believe both;
And what does else want credit, come to
me,
And I'll be sworn 'tis true; travellersne'er did lie,
Though fools at home condemn 'em.
GONZALO. If in Naples
I should report this now, would they
believe me?
If I should say, I saw such islanders,
For certes these are people of the
island,Who though they are of monstrous shape
yet, note,
Their manners are more gentle-kind than
of
Our human generation you shall find
Many, nay, almost any.
PROSPERO. [Aside] Honest lord,
Thou hast said well; for some of you
there presentAre worse than devils.
ALONSO. I cannot too much muse
Such shapes, such gesture, and such
sound, expressing,
Although they want the use of tongue, a
kind
Of excellent dumb discourse.
PROSPERO. [Aside] Praise in departing.FRANCISCO. They vanish'd strangely.
SEBASTIAN. No matter, since
They have left their viands behind; for
we have stomachs.
Will't please you taste of what is here?
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ALONSO. Not I.
GONZALO. Faith, sir, you need not fear.
When we were boys,
Who would believe that there were
mountaineers,Dewlapp'd like bulls, whose throats had
hanging at 'em
Wallets of flesh? or that there were
such men
Whose heads stood in their breasts?
which now we find
Each putter-out of five for one will
bring usGood warrant of.
ALONSO. I will stand to, and feed,
Although my last; no matter, since I feel
The best is past. Brother, my lord the
Duke,
Stand to, and do as we.
Thunder and lightning. Enter ARIEL,
like a harpy;claps his wings upon the table; and,
with a quaint
device, the banquet vanishes
ARIEL. You are three men of sin, whom
Destiny,
That hath to instrument this lower world
And what is in't, the never-surfeited seaHath caus'd to belch up you; and on this
island
Where man doth not inhabit-you 'mongst
men
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Being most unfit to live. I have made
you mad;
And even with such-like valour men hang
and drown
Their proper selves.[ALONSO, SEBASTIAN
etc., draw their swords]
You fools! I and my fellows
Are ministers of Fate; the elements
Of whom your swords are temper'd may as
well
Wound the loud winds, or with bemock'd-
at stabsKill the still-closing waters, as
diminish
One dowle that's in my plume; my fellow-
ministers
Are like invulnerable. If you could hurt,
Your swords are now too massy for your
strengths
And will not be uplifted. But remember-
For that's my business to you-that youthree
From Milan did supplant good Prospero;
Expos'd unto the sea, which hath requit
it,
Him, and his innocent child; for which
foul deed
The pow'rs, delaying, not forgetting,
haveIncens'd the seas and shores, yea, all
the creatures,
Against your peace. Thee of thy son,
Alonso,
They have bereft; and do pronounce by me
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Ling'ring perdition, worse than any death
Can be at once, shall step by step attend
You and your ways; whose wraths to guard
you from-
Which here, in this most desolate isle,else falls
Upon your heads-is nothing but heart's
sorrow,
And a clear life ensuing.
He vanishes in thunder; then, to
soft music, enter
the SHAPES again, and dance, withmocks and mows,
and carrying out the table
PROSPERO. Bravely the figure of this harpy
hast thou
Perform'd, my Ariel; a grace it had,
devouring.
Of my instruction hast thou nothing bated
In what thou hadst to say; so, with goodlife
And observation strange, my meaner
ministers
Their several kinds have done. My high
charms work,
And these mine enemies are all knit up
In their distractions. They now are in
my pow'r;And in these fits I leave them, while I
visit
Young Ferdinand, whom they suppose is
drown'd,
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And his and mine lov'd darling.
Exit above
GONZALO. I' th' name of something holy,
sir, why stand you
In this strange stare?ALONSO. O, it is monstrous, monstrous!
Methought the billows spoke, and told me
of it;
The winds did sing it to me; and the
thunder,
That deep and dreadful organ-pipe,
pronounc'd
The name of Prosper; it did bass mytrespass.
Therefore my son i' th' ooze is bedded;
and
I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet
sounded,
And with him there lie mudded.
Exit
SEBASTIAN. But one fiend at a time,
I'll fight their legions o'er.ANTONIO. I'll be thy second. Exeunt
SEBASTIAN and ANTONIO
GONZALO. All three of them are desperate;
their great guilt,
Like poison given to work a great time
after,
Now gins to bite the spirits. I do
beseech you,That are of suppler joints, follow them
swiftly,
And hinder them from what this ecstasy
May now provoke them to.
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ADRIAN. Follow, I pray you.
Exeunt
ACT IV. SCENE 1
Before PROSPERO'S cell
Enter PROSPERO, FERDINAND, and MIRANDA
PROSPERO. If I have too austerely punish'd
you,
Your compensation makes amends; for
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Have given you here a third of mine own
life,
Or that for which I live; who once again
I tender to thy hand. All thy vexations
Were but my trials of thy love, and thouHast strangely stood the test; here,
afore heaven,
I ratify this my rich gift. O Ferdinand!
Do not smile at me that I boast her off,
For thou shalt find she will outstrip
all praise,
And make it halt behind her.
FERDINAND. I do believe itAgainst an oracle.
PROSPERO. Then, as my gift, and thine own
acquisition
Wort'hily purchas'd, take my daughter.
But
If thou dost break her virgin-knot before
All sanctimonious ceremonies may
With full and holy rite be minist'red,
No sweet aspersion shall the heavens letfall
To make this contract grow; but barren
hate,
Sour-ey'd disdain, and discord, shall
bestrew
The union of your bed with weeds so
loathly
That you shall hate it both. Thereforetake heed,
As Hymen's lamps shall light you.
FERDINAND. As I hope
For quiet days, fair issue, and long
life,
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With such love as 'tis now, the murkiest
den,
The most opportune place, the strong'st
suggestion
Our worser genius can, shall never meltMine honour into lust, to take away
The edge of that day's celebration,
When I shall think or Phoebus' steeds
are founder'd
Or Night kept chain'd below.
PROSPERO. Fairly spoke.
Sit, then, and talk with her; she is
thine own.What, Ariel! my industrious servant,
Ariel!
Enter ARIEL
ARIEL. What would my potent master? Here I
am.
PROSPERO. Thou and thy meaner fellows your
last serviceDid worthily perform; and I must use you
In such another trick. Go bring the
rabble,
O'er whom I give thee pow'r, here to
this place.
Incite them to quick motion; for I must
Bestow upon the eyes of this young couple
Some vanity of mine art; it is mypromise,
And they expect it from me.
ARIEL. Presently?
PROSPERO. Ay, with a twink.
ARIEL. Before you can say 'come' and 'go,'
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And breathe twice, and cry 'so, so,'
Each one, tripping on his toe,
Will be here with mop and mow.
Do you love me, master? No?
PROSPERO. Dearly, my delicate Ariel. Donot approach
Till thou dost hear me call.
ARIEL. Well! I conceive.
Exit
PROSPERO. Look thou be true; do not give
dalliance
Too much the rein; the strongest oaths
are strawTo th' fire i' th' blood. Be more
abstemious,
Or else good night your vow!
FERDINAND. I warrant you, sir,
The white cold virgin snow upon my heart
Abates the ardour of my liver.
PROSPERO. Well!
Now come, my Ariel, bring a corollary,
Rather than want a spirit; appear, andpertly.
No tongue! All eyes! Be silent.
[Soft music]
Enter IRIS
IRIS. Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich
leasOf wheat, rye, barley, vetches, oats,
and pease;
Thy turfy mountains, where live nibbling
sheep,
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And flat meads thatch'd with stover,
them to keep;
Thy banks with pioned and twilled brims,
Which spongy April at thy hest betrims,
To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; andthy broom groves,
Whose shadow the dismissed ba